I cut reality into a movie

Secourt wants to live.

He wanted to go home completely, lie comfortably on the sofa, and watch the latest American drama that he had been thinking about for a week.

He didn't want to be killed by the lunatic in front of him, and he didn't want to accompany him to play a deadly game of kidnapping the speaker.

He could only do his best, draw out what he thought was the most kind smile, try his best to persuade Dan Taylor, and let him return to a sane state.

It's a pity that Dan Taylor at this moment will no longer listen to any advice.

In one day, Dan Taylor, who lost his dignity, lost his glory, lost his friends, lost the White Dwarf Club, and now even lost his family, has completely fallen into madness.

He doesn't care about anything now, he just wants to vent, to vent all the dissatisfaction and anger in his heart.

Whether it is the father who abandoned him, or the Romon who destroyed everything about him.

He wants revenge, revenge fiercely!

"Secot, you may have misunderstood something. I didn't discuss it with you. I was ordering you."

Increased the strength in his hand, Dan Taylor put the gun against Secourt's head, pressed him hard against the car window, and made a bang: "Give you the last chance to choose, die now, or play with me till the end at last?"

Faced with another death threat, Sekot was as cowardly as ever.

His eyes were red with anger, fear, and crystal clear tears that kept swirling. He put his hands on the steering wheel again, and choked up, "I'll be killed by you bastard sooner or later!"

"But at least not dead now."

Dan Taylor withdrew his right hand holding the gun, and turned to use his free left hand to pat Seikot's unshaven face, comforting him: "Secote, don't make a bitter face, as long as you cooperate with me, Play this game with me to the end and I'll give you all of my $500 million in Swiss bank deposits."

$500?

Hearing this huge sum of money enough to spend a lifetime, Sekot's face began to be filled with greed, but soon, the gloom of death suppressed this little greed:

"Let's not talk about whether you will really give me the money. Even if you give it to me, I will spend it with my life. Kidnapping the chairman of the city council, even if the kidnapping succeeds, I have no confidence to escape the police's follow-up pursuit."

"Escape the police? Why? Why are they chasing you?"

Dan Taylor started PUA Secourt: "Secote, have you forgotten that you are not my accomplice, you are just being coerced by me. When this game is over, you can go home safely."

"You mean, you're going to testify for me?"

Hegel once said that the only lesson humans learn in history is that they never learn.

As a PUA master, Sekot was persuaded by Dan Taylor with a slap in the face and a date in just a few words.

"Of course, how could I frame you, my dear Sekot, as long as you help me complete my game, I will definitely give you a satisfactory reward."

Dan Taylor knew very well that if it was just a simple death threat, it would indeed make Sekot obey him for a while.

But pure threats can only breed fear, and Sekot will always be in the mood to turn around when he is forced to obey the threat. As long as he is allowed to seize the opportunity, he will definitely run away in an instant.

Therefore, Dan Taylor wanted to use money to lock Sekot, and even to reassure him, Dan Taylor took out his mobile phone and let Sekot see his deposits in the Swiss bank.

"As long as the game is over, the money is yours."

The devil's bewitchment echoed in his ears, Sekot's rationality disintegrated little by little, and he began to comfort himself:

If I turn around and run away now, I will only be shot to death by Dan Taylor. Why don't I simply let go of my hands and feet and take a gamble. If I win the bet, won't I be rich and free for the rest of my life?

Greed began to replace Sekot's rationality. His hands holding the steering wheel slowly opened and closed again, as if to symbolize that his thoughts completely changed at this moment.

Dan Taylor, who was staring at Sekot, looked at this greedy, fearful, and stupid subordinate, showing a gratified smile:

Sekot, you really did not disappoint me, your stupidity is really great!

If, I mean, if you are lucky enough to live to the end of the game, all my money will really be given to you, so from now on, pray to God.

I have already conceived in my heart how to squeeze the value of Sekot to the last trace.

Dan Taylor turned his face and looked at the Taylor Chamber of Commerce across the street. His voice commanded expectantly: "Drive, go to the underground parking lot of the Taylor Chamber of Commerce."

When the car started, Dan Taylor took advantage of the opportunity that Secourt was distracted to cross the road, suddenly reached out and said to Secourt: "Your gun, take it with you, and give it to me."

"OK."

Successfully PUAed, Secourt, who was dreaming of making a fortune, was completely unprepared, subconsciously opened the box behind the gear lever, and handed the Glock 17 inside to Dan Taylor.

Dan Taylor took over Secott's gun, opened the magazine, and after confirming that it was full of bullets, he nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Very good, this gun is now my use."

"You use it? But you don't have a gun..."

Secourt looked at Dan Taylor suspiciously, and seeing the playful smile on his face, he suddenly understood: "Fuck! You have no bullets in that gun!"

"Responsive?" Dan Taylor looked at Secourt with a smile.

"AH!!!! I'm a fucking idiot! A complete idiot!"

Secott yelled angrily: "Why the hell didn't I think that you were chased and hijacked with a gun. If you had bullets in your gun, you should have directly attacked Jackie Chen!"

"Ahhh! I'm such an idiot!"

Realizing that Secott was cheated, he was very annoyed, and while he was wailing, Old Taylor was working as usual in the office on the top floor of the chamber of commerce.

Although the head of the Taylor family has decided to abandon his second son, he will not notify anyone of this inner abandonment.

His performance was completely as usual, he still finished his day's work in the Chamber of Commerce, and even worked overtime for two hours before heading to the parking lot with his bodyguard and driver under the cover of night.

"Weixin, what happened to that bastard?"

"Don't worry, it has sunk into the Pacific Ocean without a sound and has become the shark's dinner."

Along the way, he was talking with the bodyguard about some unlucky guy who affected the company's business. As if remembering something, the old Taylor suddenly looked at the bodyguard and said happily:

"By the way, Wesson, if I remember correctly, it will be your child Potter's birthday in a few days, right? Have you decided where to celebrate?"

He didn't feel that killing a person was something that needed extra attention. The old Taylor was very smooth, and shifted the topic to the false concern for his subordinates.

For security guards, drivers, and secretaries who are always by his side, Old Taylor will clearly record the birthdays of these people and their family members, so that he can bring them up from time to time to show that he cares about them.

It's a politician's dirty little trick, but useful as always.

Hearing that the boss remembered his son's birthday, the strong white bodyguard immediately showed gratitude: "Mr. Taylor, I didn't expect you to remember Potter's birthday."

"Why don't you remember, didn't we have a birthday dinner together at the same time last year? Potter's cleverness left a deep impression on me, much more pleasing to the eye than my sons when they were young .”

Old Taylor laughed, just like an ordinary kind old man, talking to his friends about their families.

The feeling of intimacy permeates between the two. If this is some kind of game world, there will be prompts of 'loyalty +1' popping up above the head of this white bodyguard.

boom!

The sudden gunshot in the shadows completely shattered this 'warmth' scene.

The flying 9mm bullet easily tore apart the bodyguard's skull, with a little scarlet and a little white paste, flew out from the middle of the bodyguard's forehead, past the old Taylor's right ear, and finally fell into the other side of the parking lot. In the shadows at one end.

Emerged from the shadows and drowned in the shadows.

This bullet from Hades not only took away the bodyguard's life, but also brought Dan Taylor's indifferent sarcasm:

"Father, it seems that your hypocritical birthday concern was not used at the right time. If you hadn't used this trick to distract the bodyguards, maybe my sneak attack would have been discovered in advance."

"Dan!"

Seeing the second son walking out of the darkness in the parking lot, the old Taylor narrowed his eyes slightly: "Dan, you shouldn't be here."

"Shouldn't it be here?"

Dan Taylor laughed: "Where should I be? On the plane to Mexico, or on the cruise ship to Canada?"

Holding a gun, Dan Taylor approached his father step by step, and finally put the cold muzzle on his father's forehead: "Father, I am the most beloved heir you cultivated by yourself. My understanding is only so small."

"Father, do you think I'm the kind of person who fled abroad with a little savings just to survive, and then plunged into the crowd of civilians and lived the rest of my life like an animal?"

Dan Taylor shook his head, his tone was full of sadness and loss: "Father, I am the same as you, from head to toe, we are nobles, we were born at the top of the pyramid, our blood With the blood of elites flowing, we want to rule people!"

"And you, do you think I'll just survive? Rolling around in the pit like a beast? Father, I'm so disappointed in you!"

As Dan Taylor said, he walked around behind his father, continued to threaten with a gun with one hand, and took out the handcuffs with the other hand, and put the old Taylor's hands behind his back.

After finishing all this, he patted Old Taylor on the back lightly, and said, "Let's go, father, let's chat in another place."

"What exactly do you want?"

Reluctantly moving forward, the old Taylor communicated with his son while thinking about countermeasures with his eyes flying.

"I'm going to play a game, a game that makes me really happy."

Explaining his thoughts, Dan Taylor took out a switchblade knife from his pocket, and slashed at the handcuffed hand of old Taylor: "Father, you are walking too slowly, this time it is the hand, next time I will Not sure where to go."

Bright red blood oozed out instantly.

Feeling the sharp throbbing pain from the palm of his hand, old Taylor's old face, which was already wrinkled, became even more wrinkled.

"Heh, heh, hahahahahaha!"

His hand was slashed, but Old Taylor laughed abnormally. He raised his head, smiled freely, and then praised Dan Taylor:

"Dan, to be honest, I am surprised by your current performance. Your sharp and sharp knife made me see myself when I was young. It was also because of this fierceness that I stood out from my brothers and sisters back then. .”

"Dan, you are right. You are indeed the same as me, from head to toe. You are qualified to inherit the Taylor Group, and you are qualified to inherit everything in my hands."

"Dan, you're doing great, really good!"

Hearing that the old father suddenly began to 'understand' himself and 'praise' himself, instead of being excited at all, Dan Taylor looked at his father with a sadder look:

"Father, even now, you still think of me as an idiot?"

"Or are you already old and confused, and seem to have forgotten that you once handed over these foolish words to me?"

Not taking the old Taylor's 'repentance' seriously, Dan Taylor just kept his father picking up the pace and he wanted to get out of the parking lot as soon as possible.

"Hehe, boy, it seems that you have indeed grown up and learned what you should learn from me."

"So, how on earth are you so stupid that you can be caught? Do you know how much damage it will bring to the entire family just because of your damn Ku Klux Klan activities?"

"Do you think I'm abandoning you? I'm making you responsible for your stupid behavior!"

Seeing that the road of "re-admission" was not feasible, the old Taylor turned to "convincing people with reason".

It's a pity that for Dan Taylor, what he can't accept is the abandonment itself, not the reason for the abandonment. Of course, he knows how much trouble he has caused the family.

But... so what if it causes trouble?

In the blood of the Taylor family, there is no such thing as self-sacrifice.

So listening to his father using 'morality' to restrain himself, Dan Taylor directly uttered the biggest secret in his old father's heart:

"Father, have you forgotten how you killed your twin brother 30 years ago for the position of patriarch?"

"Everyone who walks will leave traces. Father, I have not only been eating, drinking and having fun for so many years, I have also searched for some things seriously."

In a word.

It directly became permanent silence for the old father.

During the rest of the journey, Dan Taylor and his son did not say a word, because they both understood each other, how ruthless, selfish and super bastard they are, and there was no emotion at all between them.

"Go to 14 Russell Street."

Pressing the old father into the car, Dan Taylor gave Sekot an order.

"No. 14 Russell Street, I see."

He didn't dare to turn his head to look at the old Taylor. Secourt in the driver's seat just responded tremblingly, stepped on the accelerator, and started the car.

And his timid behavior immediately caught Old Taylor's attention, and he keenly felt that this man could break through.

But it's a pity that beside the old Taylor, there was a son who knew him very well, and he didn't give his father a chance to speak. Dan Taylor directly threatened the two of them:

"You two, whoever takes the initiative to say a word to each other, I will shoot you in the thigh."

The effect is immediate.

The Glock 17 in the hands of Dan Taylor made him the supreme king in this small world where only three people existed.

He enjoys it.

Enjoy the feeling of being in control.

Moreover, he wants to put this kind of control on the man he hates the most.

Come to No. 14 Russell Street, which is a secret residence of the president of the White Dwarf Star. There are almost no people living here, but a large number of secret items of the White Dwarf Club are stored.

Inside, things like controlled drugs, black market weapons, and wild animal products can only be regarded as routine items. What's really interesting in it is the big fun made by some talented members.

Like all kinds of magical poisons made by Anna, or a time bomb made by a dynamite fanatic.

Secourt carried the bomb onto the car with a mournful face, and Dan Taylor continued to report the next location: